HOLD ON TIGHT

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT And when we were children, staying at the archduke's, My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. ~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot Friday, June 20, 2008 his mother gave me a silver and glass pendant, it's very strange getting a pendant from his mother. on his 23rd, i drove us back home over george washington bridge, and will probably drive him uptown to harlem tonight because he is going to be drunk again with his banker friends. i take the train 80 blocks downtown everyday to work. i am happy. posted by dawn # 11:41 AM Comments: <3333! i wished someone's mom would give me a silver pendant as well! ok, prolly not pendant; an optimus prime would do very well too. (or a new pair of basketball shoes.) # posted by Anonymous : 4:28 PM Post a Comment << Home		[publishing] Publishers Weekly . Dystel & Goderich . New York Center for Independent Publishing . Association of American University Presses . Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators [people] clarisse . nurul . aunty zarina (ummi's bakery) . jeremy . pak . cyril . softblow . karen & kenny (booksactually) . eric . joel . [other loves] digitaljournalist . ballet dictionary . poetshouse . urbanwordnyc [me] dawn, singapore, new york city, ithaca. [yesterday] jaz The Summer Train i heart new york beautiful justin running with donald tired feeling whimsical love and desire gum and media [archives] January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot

Friday, June 20, 2008

his mother gave me a silver and glass pendant, it's very strange getting a pendant from his mother. on his 23rd, i drove us back home over george washington bridge, and will probably drive him uptown to harlem tonight because he is going to be drunk again with his banker friends. i take the train 80 blocks downtown everyday to work. i am happy.

posted by dawn # 11:41 AM

Comments:

<3333!

i wished someone's mom would give me a silver pendant as well!

ok, prolly not pendant; an optimus prime would do very well too.

(or a new pair of basketball shoes.)

# posted by

Anonymous : 4:28 PM